And Dard, who had boiled with anger yesterday, was now sad and despondent.

"Down with egotists," he groaned.
About three in the afternoon came a tap at the door.
"Ah! at last," cried Dard: "come in!" The door was slowly opened, and two lovely faces appeared at the threshold.

The demoiselles De Beaurepaire wore a tender look of interest and pity when they caught sight of Dard, and on the old woman courtesying to them they courtesied to her and Dard.

The next moment they were close to him, one a little to his right, the other to his left, and two pair of sapphire eyes with the mild lustre of sympathy playing down incessantly upon him.

How was he?
How had he slept?
Was he in pain?
Was he in much pain?
tell the truth now.